Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Barbados and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Crash Course in Science to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Quando Quango,
Drexciya,
Sandy B,
Television Personalities,
The Fuzztones,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Khruangbin,
La Düsseldorf,
Q and Not U,
Guru Guru,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Count Five,
Jeru the Damaja,
Loose Ends,
Kerri Chandler,
Altered Images,
Zapp,
New Order,
The Slits,
The Barracudas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Morten Harket,
John Foxx,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Infiniti,
Little Man,
The Star Department,
Bad Manners,
The Electric Prunes,
Alice Coltrane,
Boogie Down Productions,
a-ha,
Chris & Cosey,
Minny Pops,
Theoretical Girls,
Lakeside,
Jacques Brel,
Howard Jones,
Buzzcocks,
The Gap Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Faust,
The Walker Brothers,
Jacob Miller,
The Modern Lovers,
Barry Ungar,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Mojo Men,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Erasure,
Roy Ayers,
Black Moon,
Jawbox,
Prince Buster,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Reagan Youth,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.